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that letter and when I was through I found the | that letter and when I was through I found the | ||
table full. "Read," they said breathlessly. I | table full. "Read," they said breathlessly. I | ||
complied with a rendition well | complied with a rendition well saturated with deep | ||
and noble sentiments which bought convulsive | and noble sentiments which bought convulsive | ||
sobs from all the women at the table and | sobs from all the women at the table and | ||
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often wondered what the reaction of Maria Pia | often wondered what the reaction of Maria Pia | ||
might have been to her mother's letter, written | might have been to her mother's letter, written | ||
in the dining | in the dining room of the Guilio Cesare. | ||
Finally the celestial blue of the summer | Finally the celestial blue of the summer | ||
ocean | ocean was bordered by the cobalt of | ||
foreign shores, and from the veiled distance | foreign shores, and from the veiled distance | ||
emerged Vesuvius. | emerged Vesuvius. | ||
Revision as of 14:54, 16 July 2021
this was the subject of the letter which I was to compose. I brought everything I had to bear upon that letter and when I was through I found the table full. "Read," they said breathlessly. I complied with a rendition well saturated with deep and noble sentiments which bought convulsive sobs from all the women at the table and even caused by own eyes to mist over. I have often wondered what the reaction of Maria Pia might have been to her mother's letter, written in the dining room of the Guilio Cesare.
Finally the celestial blue of the summer ocean was bordered by the cobalt of foreign shores, and from the veiled distance emerged Vesuvius.
I recognized those ancient outlines from their souvenirs, scattered over America austere [??] on the wall of someone's bedroom [??] oils in the school parlors of New England farm stores, tokens of journeys back to old